And why did the thought of maybe being used by the team send a tingle down his spine, and make his dick drip?! It was way too much information for Sean's brain to process all at once. His erotic mind went into neutral. The hot teen stud sat in the back of the open pick-up wearing a slave collar, a strap around his balls and absolutely nothing else. Sean was on full display, but not another car passed as they headed further and further out of town. Finally the truck turned onto a dirt track that led into a large, deeply wooded area that Sean was not familiar with. The truck drove on and on. Sean didn't know it, but they had traveled more than five miles down that dirt track before the truck finally slowed, amateur then came to a halt. Sean was facing backwards, so he could not see what was in front of the truck. The foreign guy came around the back, took hold of the leash and ordered Sean out of the truck. The helpless naked teen looked up and saw a large old house that reminded him of that house in homemade the movie Psycho. He was led into the house, but the foreign guy didn't turn on any lights. He simply led the boy to the back of the house by the moonlight streaming in the windows. Manfred opened the door to the basement, and without a word led Sean down the stairs by his balls. There were deep shadows everywhere, and strange looking pieces of equipment the big stud could not identify. Sean was absolutely terrified, but his dick was dripping like a son of a bitch! The leather master led Sean to a dark corner. Sean heard the squeak of a door opening and saw that the door was made of bars! Sean's captor shoved him into the five foot high cage, and locked the door. “I vill be back to begin your training in der morning. Until zen you body vill not play mit yourself or piss or shit. If you do, I vill see der massage mess und you vill vish you had nefer been born! Pleasant dreams, slave!” The German chuckled as he rolled down a metal security cover over the only window, sending the basement into total darkness. The German made his way up the stairs using a small flashlight on his key chain. Sean could not bring himself to beg, as much as he wanted to, in part because he had a lump in his throat the size of a baseball. Sean sat down, leaning against the bars, spreading his legs and keeping his hands behind his head. There is no way that they want me as any more than their errand bitch. In fact, he’s almost a spitting image of his mom, without the breast of course. Her car was her private space and she wanted to be comfortable and cool as possible. I'll drive Sara back to amateur where she left her car last night.” I want her naked.” “Well Lover, I kind of did the other day…….. She was trying to stay awake until I returned. “But I will make you one fairly quickly.” That's all the time body I can give you otherwise No one was talking so I thought I needed to clear up this mess. I kept pumping. I don’t go particularly slow, the massage heat and the tightness make me want to be all the way in, till my belly presses against her buttocks. "You can erotic talk to Mrs. Brown about all that. homemade The boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the water much faster than I would have imagined. I blinked at that. She knew it was here, just not that he was taking her there. So, he rode in that direction and could determine that the plume was caused by some riders leaving the area and smoke from the Lopez’s both. Turning to me with a frisky smile, she said, “I sure am glad I could squeeze you in, John.” “I'm going to make her—”